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poeticmisery (poeticmisery) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2008-07-20 14:06:00

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clark kent, complete, day 8, katara

Restlessness
Who? Clark Kent & Katara
Where? The Dude Ranch
When? Day 8
What? TBD
Rating? TBD
Status: Closed

Rest was surprisingly easy to come by inside of the fortress of solitude. After a bit of exploring Clark found a bed, filled with a material that he couldn't quite place. The fibers of it felt out of this world, and yet it was comfortable, almost like sleeping in a sensory deprivation chamber. For once the crickets and the noise of the farm wasn't there to prickle at his mind as he was trying to sleep, there were no restless sheep that he could hear all the way inside of the barn, or the light snoring sound of his father or restless breathing of his mother. There was just peace, and quiet...

And yet that in itself was lonely, and though he drifted off rather quickly in that bed which felt more comfortable than he'd felt a bed before, he would have traded it to sleep back at home again. When he woke, he got a better look at the thing, the shimmering sheet over it, and had to wonder if the bed itself was there in the Fortress of Solitude, or if it was something else created by the planet to make him feel better.

Wandering about the icy cave in his boxers, clark discovered a nook which held a set of worn looking jeans and blue and red t-shirts, the type he commonly wore at home. There was even flannel in there. This, he knew for a fact, wasn't the type of thing that would be present in Jor-El's stronghold. Then again, it wasn't as if he could really go around naked. Despite the fact that his body was well muscled he imagined that the other denizens here would more than likely object to it, and he certainly would be embarassed.

"Kal-El..." came the disembodied voice of Jor-El, and caused Clark to sigh lightly midway through putting on a brightly colored red shirt. "Upon... thinking..." the computer said, as if it meant more 'calculating', but thought better of it, "over the situation for the evening, my Son, I've come to realize that this could possibly be a training ground for you... perhaps you should consider this as an experiment, to show others your true heritage..."

"My true heritage was being born on Earth, Jor-El..." Clark replied testily, not used to having to deal with this sort of things so early in the morning. "And call me Clark, if you really care about me that much. You said yourself, you have no idea who's listening in on our conversation..."

"Kal-El-"

"Clark!" Clark snapped back. "They said I can change this place whenever I want, that means you as well, Jor-El." the youth growled and walked up to the main control panel. Not that he had any idea where Jor-El really was in this place, but it seemed as good enough a place as any to storm up to.

"Clark..." the voice of Jor-El replied, though it showed a clear distaste at the sound of it. "My son, I only meant to suggest that here you could potentially show these people who you REALLY are..."

"I really am Clark Kent, and that's the end of it..." Clark said as he stormed out of his room, slamming the door behind him.

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Glaring a little at the open hallway that seemed like any other resort would be on Earth, Clark began to make his way around the resort. He avoided others, though he may have been seen, until he finally came towards what looked like a barn. In fact it was a little ranch. Not as well up kept as his farm, but it was enough to make him feel a pang of home sickness as he walked up to the animals, looking at them chewing their food.

One of the horses in the stable lightly reared at his touch, but soon calmed down as he stroked it under it's chin, reaching into one of the nearby pails to grab a small treat for it, watching as it happily munched on it. It's teeth looked in perfect condition, and Clark for a moment was reminded of the fact that there was no guaranteeing that any of this was actually real. For all he knew he was hooked up to some machine somewhere, attached to his brain, or this was some trick by a Meteor freak who could read his mind.

"Did you get kidnapped here too, girl?" he asked the horse, not really expecting a reply. "Or are you just like my room, something that I want to see?"

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poeticmisery
2008-07-25 12:26 am UTC (link)

Clark was beginning to think for a moment that he'd been wrong as she talked about the Avatar. From the sounds of things, it sounded as if these were more like Native American nations than simple tribes. Earth had experienced it's fair share of genocide, so as she talked about the fire tribe Clark frowned slightly but let her go on, a light smile spreading across his face as he listened to the way she talked about Aang. He'd been friends with Lana when she'd talked about Whitney, her then boyfriend to know that there was something more there than Katara was openly talking about. Perhaps it was a mutual relationship, or perhaps she, like Clark, was attracted to someone who never knew it. Clark paused for a moment, and then couldn't help but comment.

"Aang sounds like he must be very special to you..." he said, his eyebrows raised in a suggestive manner as his blue eyes studied her face to see if there was perhaps some indication that she was interested in the guy. If not, a little teasing never hurt, if so, it was good to know, because he felt... what did he feel? Was it just attraction in a physical sense, or was it because she looked like Lana, or was it something else entirely?

She could learn his secret, Clark realized. On her world, he would be special in his own way, but he wouldn't be locked up and studied somewhere... he'd probably be revered as a proud warrior rather than a freak who had powers and wasn't even really meant for the world he was on. A part of him leapt at the idea, and he felt his heart begin to race as he looked at Katara with a new found optomism, when he realized that she'd not even really expressed the slightest romantic intention in him. She was just being nice, and from the sounds of things, she was really interested in this Aang guy.

"Sorry to bring it up..." Clark said, noticing the way that she got somber as she talked about blood bending. He'd thought that maybe it would be something of a novel idea, or something that she would think was possible but had never tried. From the looks of it she had indeed tried it, and the experience was unpleasant. Clark had experienced his own fair share of unpleasantries when it came to his powers, and what sort of havoc they could cause. Hell, when red kryptonite was around him he turned into the world's biggest asshole...

As she looked to him and asked him about powers, Clark just laughed it off. "Where I come from, people don't usually have special powers like that... most people just do normal work, and lead boring lives..." Clark replied, chuckling a little and looking away from Katara and then back at her. It wasn't really a lie, just a deception... but he couldn't just... come out and tell her that he was some freak alien from another world... could he? A part of him longed to say something, but in the end, the habit of staying quiet won out, and Clark instead looked down at the horse as it trotted along beside Katara's.

"The people that do have special gifts on my world are usually hunted down by scientists and put inside laboratories and cages so that they can be studied, so normal people can figure out how to use their powers to benefit society..." Clark's voice sounded somewhat sad when he said this, it was clearly a practice he didn't agree with.

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